Wow, this was...great. I am in awe. :D Really good work!

sweetheart,
don't be fooled. sirens only come in
two colors. accident and tragedy. (and neither
likes to whisper.)

that stanza is god

i also love "wrists bent frail"

there's some kind of bittersweet sick sadness here, full of diamond imagery, slick sliding sibelance and abrasive alliteration. j'adore, ma chere, c'est formidable. i have some strange inchoate obsession with your poetry, keep coming back for more.

oh my. This is blanketing. the words in this all kind of linger and mold to something deeper and intense like a cocoon or something. i reread the last part aloud and it made me shiver. amazing job.

if you put out a book of poetry, by the way, i'd buy it. (just noticed that in your profile.) the third stanza- "sirens only come in two colors. accident and tragedy."- that's a stroke of genius. keep writing, please. you're terrific at it- i can't dream of ever coming close to things like this.

i like it.

Amazing. I don't know what else I can say - it just is.

you floor me every damn time

i went into this all sing-song-y. cocaine dolly. but the poet is above that. and like always, you don't fail to amaze. especially with your endings. brilliant.

oh wow that was really good. it sent shivers down my spine. love it.

i know this girl. lovely, as always.

cold raw sharp cruel.
truth.

"oh,
but,
sweetheart,
don't be fooled. sirens only come in
two colors. accident and tragedy. (and neither
likes to whisper.)

Beautiful.

oh baby.


i needed to read something like that.

you make me shiver, in a really yummy way.